It seems the more I concentrate, the smaller and simpler my glass pieces become.
They are trying to tell me a story. In just a couple of inches, or less.
Hands praying, asking.
A spirit flying above.
A worker waving goodbye at the border.
And a face. Just a face. Smiling a little, maybe. Something else, maybe.
Today’s penny is a 2014. I think that’s the year these stories began to emerge.